I had seenanother side of things, enjoyed the beaches with the other girls,wearing a very sexy bikini that I had packed. We had shown off ourfigures, ...flirted shamelessly and drawn our share of admirers. If ourboyfriends hadn't been close by at times, we would have beenpropositioned I'm sure.He had undoubtedly received orders for drug shipments, which paid thebills and kept them on the roads. Sighing as I got onto the back of hisHarley, he started it up, then lead the pack from the now. I couldn’t believe my eyes. His cock was huge, aboutten inches long and as thick if not thicker than a beer can.And it was hanging between his legs, so I didn’t know if itwas even hard yet. When my wife saw it she was shocked. Itlooked a lot bigger in person than it did in the pic we saw.When she grabbed it to give him some head she looked at itthen looked over at me and said DAMN THIS IS HUGE! She startedlicking it up and down the shaft, and then started to putthe head in her mouth. She opened. No Mrs. Robinson in my world. My first time? If we’re talking about the Bill Clinton definition of sex, that came when I was sixteen. We were both sixteen, in fact. An afternoon in my bedroom after school, since my parents wouldn’t be home until much later. I remember we did enough to make sure the pieces of the puzzle fit together, but we were young enough and too ashamed to buy protection, so it was a quick in and out for just a minute or so, and then out for good, because we knew enough not. He'd learned so much thanks to his new life with Mistress Janet.Chief among those experiences was a crash course in domestic servitude that had trained him into an obedient male submissive and efficient house husband. They weren't married in the traditional sense, but now that they'd been together for a number of years, they were practically common law husband and wife. At least they would've been, if the old rules and standards still applied. They were all being rewritten with great haste.It.